Page 72 of The Companion Love Trap

Cruz snorted but didn’t take the bait. He continued to stare at me, his eyes soft as he waited me out.

Most of the time I could ignore how much money my boyfriends had, especially Cruz. You’d think it was the gorgeous mansion I woke up in every morning that reminded me of his wealth, but nope, it was Cruz’s clothes. If he wasn’t in shorts, flip flops, and a tee shirt it spun me out to where I couldn’t ignore how rich they were.

Though, maybe ignoring wasn’t the right word. More like, I pretended it didn’t exist, or equated it to the wealth my parents had.

So when my boyfriends insisted on buying me a studio space for my music business, I’d only given them a small fight, figuring it would take a while to find the right place. But the next morning, Cruz had a broker and several locations lined up to tour, shattering my illusion he wasn’t just rich, but uber rich. With a snap of his fingers he could make just about anything happen.

Including finding the perfect place right off the bat.

Sighing, I glanced around the space, loving it more each time I did. There were three private rooms, and a larger one where I could set a piano. The hardwood floors were pristine, covered in fluffy rugs, and the walls were painted a soft lilac. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows at the front gave the perfect view of the city. But perhaps the best of all were the acoustics. The tall ceilings and angled walls gave a truly beautiful sound.

Arms wrapped around me and Cruz nestled his head in my neck. His lips brushed against me, and I relaxed into his arms. I still couldn’t believe this was my life. That I’d willingly attached myself to not one man, but three.

Yet, I couldn’t imagine doing life without them.

“Meu tudo?”

“It’s perfect,” I sighed.

“That’s good. No?”

His lips brushed the sensitive spot beneath my ear and goosebumps erupted. Turning in his grasp, I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through the loose strands, and stared into his dark eyes.

“It’s better than good. I love it.”

“Then why the sad face?” He frowned, his fingers flexing against my hips.

“Is it too easy? Should I have to suffer longer before my dream can come true?” I whispered.

“The world is the one suffering by not hearing your music, Meu tudo. I want to do this for you. Let me spoil you. That was the deal, was it not?”

I smiled. “You’re right. If I’m going to have three rich boyfriends, I should take advantage of it.”

“We’re getting the better end of this bargain. Believe me.” His hands cupped my ass, roaming over my body, and pulling me into him. Cruz had always been as insatiable as me, but since we’d become official, it was like he couldn’t get enough. I never realized just how much he’d been holding back. Now that he could share his feelings, he didn’t want to stop.

“Hmm,” I moaned, “I doubt that.” His lips trailed kisses down my neck as I clung to him.

“What do you say? Want to christen the new place? Really test out those acoustics?”

“Won’t the broker be here soon?”

Cruz pulled back and smirked. “Then we better be quick.”

The room was nearly empty of furniture, only a bar area in the back corner, so I moved in that direction but Cruz’s hands stopped me. Keeping eye contact, he lifted my dress up and over my head. Standing before him in a thong and bra, I drank in how his eyes admired me.

“Caralho. You’re so sexy, baby.” He dropped my dress and I unsnapped my bra, letting it fall to the ground. Placing my hands on my hips, I proudly showed off my curvy body.

“I thought you said we had to be quick?”

Cruz growled, grabbed my hips, and spun me around. With his hands on my tits, he nudged me forward with his hard dick nestled between my ass. “Window.”

I gasped, but my feet moved forward. We were ten floors up and there weren’t any buildings across the road, but it didn’t mean we were completely hidden either. It was daytime.

The riskiness of it made me wetter and I planted my hands on the glass pane. Cruz skimmed his hands down my body, tilting my hips back and cupping my ass. He pulled the string between my cheeks over and dropped down to his knees, nuzzling his face between my legs.

“Ah! Cruz!” I moaned. He didn’t answer me, getting to work bringing me to the edge. I soon forgot about the window, being seen, and the agent. There was only Cruz’s mouth and fingers as he brought me to the edge of an orgasm.

“I could taste your cream every day and never grow tired of it,” he purred, licking from my front to my ass.

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